THE DIARY OF A WANDERING SHEEP.
I was born to sex when I was fifteen, under the influence of the pink-fluorescent dahlias and the Marquis de Sade writings. In a hostile world in which the girls of my age were dreaming of Prince Charming, pompous dresses and their Waltz of the last doll. My thoughts were focused solely and exclusively to how to lose my virginity with a being equal to or more evil than me. My anxiety( the hunger) made me commit terrible acts of sacrilege against the temple of my body, at which I went to blaspheme night after night, in a way religiously blasphemous. If I had deviated that sexual faith in a Christian faith, I would have been a nun or even a consummated Saint. But when a Sheep is born Black in a herd of caste whiteness, not even the best bleach can transform her at least blonde.

I made up ineffective distractions that only served to increase my desire: I meditated on sex, I read on sex, my wet dreams pointed an erogenous rifle against my giddy head, My anxiety was merely projecting over and over again my obscene fantasies. sometimes I saw myself desnuda, being whipped in a kind of inquisitorial trial ending in orgy. At other times less fortunate, I was naked, handcuffed, gagged and with a blindfold, watched by a morbid executioner that smeared his genitals on my face and breasts, and ended by throwing myself into a ravine, in broad daylight, what is worse, without pleasing my desires.

Also were modern fantasies, starring obese motorcyclists who spit in my crotch for better penetrate me. from this recurring fantasy comes my fetish for leather and jackets closures. At this time I had a boyfriend older than me that unknowingly provoked my first orgasm, by simply forgotten his leather jacket at my room. I invented cheesy excuses to prolong the stay of that pleasurable object in my bed and closet. Because I love lock myself between my clothes for masturbate me compulsively

Very purposefully I avoid washing his jacket. I never knew if he discovered what I was doing in secret, but he hinted me anything and I had to wait a long time to break the curse of virginity.

Fuck!!, all this just to answer a simple naughty question. Well , that's how I discovered the real orgasms